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Garbage
02:34
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I've been watching garbage again
Sinking my teeth in
My brain is aching
My god, I am bothered
It should be a sin
The garbage that you feed us
Day out and day in
My eyes aren't red
It's all in your head
I'm bored and unfathered
It's rotting my head
Watching this stupid garbage
I'd rather be dead
Chew it up
Suck me in and
Take all you can get
I've been watching garbage again
Sinking my teeth in
My brain is aching
I'm bored and unfathered
It's rotting my head
The garbage that you feed us
I'd rather be dead
I've been watching garbage again
Sinking my teeth in
My brain is aching
I'm bored and unfathered
It's rotting my head
The garbage that you feed us
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
It's all in my head
I'd rather be dead
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2. |
Happy
02:54
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She has such wicked thoughts in mind
Where all the ugly people die
And she's unsure of why she feels this inside
She tries to cover up her stains
With pretty smiles to self restrain
The aches and pains as they cut into her veins
I am dull, I am well, I'm ill, I'm in Hell
But I feel alright
I'm better shy
Better quiet
These thoughts are making me look ill
I'm better off to just stand still
And keep on laughing
I'm feeling happy
God's weights were hooked into her back
Those angel wings are what she lacked
The golden child had her heart painted black
In Sunday school she listened hard
She set her mind to reach the stars
But climbed herself up just a little too far
I am dull, I am well, I'm ill, I'm in Hell
But I feel alright
I'm better shy
Better quiet
These thoughts are making me look ill
I'm better off to just stand still
And keep on laughing
I'm feeling happy
These thoughts are making me look ill
I'm better off to just stand still
And keep on laughing
I'm feeling happy
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3. |
Benjamin Bunny
03:39
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Won't you take me out to play
From the box of your old things
It's been years perhaps decades
Since I've seen the light of day
Dust me off and stare awhile
I'll portray a pleading smile
Remember when I was your friend
Everything made sense back then
But then you locked me in a cage
Forgot about me as you aged
I watched your conscious fill with rage
A bitter child who's so deranged
I could understand your pain
If you'd let me out to play
I could make you feel okay
Take you back to better days
You never used to be ashamed
To include me in your games
I was the star in all your plays
And the comfort you'd embrace
But then you locked me in a cage
Forgot about me as you aged
I watched your conscious fill with rage
A bitter child who's so deranged
If you'd just take me out to play
I would understand your pain
If you would free me from this cage
I could make you feel okay
If you’d let me out to play
I would take away your pain
C’mon break me from this cage
Take me back to better days
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4. |
Alligator Skin
03:16
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I've got alligator skin
From the time I bit your lip
I dug my nails deeper in
A carpet rash on my back to mark my sin
And that time I felt ready to fly
But that time you were far too high
You had my feet nailed to the sky
And your front leg was all tongue tied
You've got alligator skin
From the time you locked me in
Let the fun and games begin
Pretty please skin your knees, we'll see who wins
And this time I feel ready to fly
But this time you are far too high
You have my feet nailed to the sky
And your front leg is all tongue-tied
Now I've got alligator skin
From when we made the floor break in
We like to play like reptile kids
And get rug-burned to shed our skin
But looking back you attacked me with your sins
And I fell back as you laughed and lured me in
And honestly the memory well it makes me grin
Cause now I'm branded with this alligator skin
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5. |
Orphan
02:57
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Let me in
I've been bruised up badly
You see my limbs
But you don't see me laughing
I'm an orphan run away from home
Well settle down
I just need me a shelter
A little town
Where all my feelings swelter
I'm an orphan who is all alone
and I just need a place to call my own
A tidal wave
Washed me onto your shores
Now I'm inflamed
With scales of crustacean mould
I'm an orphan who they called a whore
And I expect to be called nothing more
This is no place little orphans should appear
But I'm so grateful I don't feel any fear
One day you will be the one to call me dear
And you will see me for the me that you see here
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Rainbow
03:11
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Somewhere there's a rainbow painted in the sky
Everybody's looking for reasons why
Here its always raining when angels fly
See them slowly fading into the light
Feeling blue
So do you
Someday they'll unleash us
Feeling new
They'll eat you
The filthy dirty demons
Underneath the orchid
The sleepless lie
Paint me in a portrait of dragonflies
Are you my guardian angel or have I died
You are something special
So pale and white
Feeling blue
So do you
Someday they'll unleash us
Feeling new
I see you
You filthy dirty demons
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7. |
The Vigil
02:56
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Night fog in misty marshes,
Trees lay twisted, roots unfold
Dead land, of dampened darkness
Naked branches and willows grow
Leaves die, the sky is smothered
Covered up with moss and mould
In the trees, they lie in hiding
Biding time and watching close
I'm so cynical
And I am not anything more for you
I'll sleep away this all
And not wake up until late morning
Night falls, the blackness calls
The dreary peering eyes of gnomes - in their
Wood shoes, and wooden hooves
Around the fire they dance with trolls
They know that I'm alone
I've tangled every word I know
I'm found, my hands are bound
I'll seek the shadows until I'm yours
I'm not an alien
But I am no one I can trust, because
I bruised my cranium
And shook the memories into dust
And I feel like I'm drowning in all that i know
Am I hiding inside where my mind should not go
I wasn't trying to buy in by selling my soul
Oh I don't know
Oh me, oh my, oh no
I have discovered that I am ill, and it
Pains me, but I must go
I am late for my vigil
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8. |
Pray to the Clocks
02:55
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I’m tied down with chains again
And the numbers have shackled my ankles
My head’s full of clocks again
And I’m bowing down
To each and every alarm sound
Pray to the clocks
Pray to the clocks
Dress myself in Sunday best
Fake a smile, are you impressed?
I give my time, I sell my mind to make a dime
Now I can’t even read my own writing
I look alright on the outside
But underneath it I’m a mess
Pray to the clocks
Pray to the wristwatch
Pray to the satellite time
Cause time is running your life
Pray to the clocks
Pray to the clocks
Pray to the wristwatch
Pray to the satellite time
Cause time is running your life
Pray to the Clocks
Pray to the clocks
Bow down to the wristwatch
Pray to the clocks
Pray to the clocks
I’m tied down with chains again
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My thoughts aren't your thoughts
They're mine
You can't read into a broken mind
They say, I'm okay
I'm just fine
Seems like there's nothing I can't hide
Well maybe, just maybe
I'm not alright
And maybe, yeah maybe
I am lying
Empty, she's wasted her life
She's failed everyone else this time
Tied down by her mother's selfish pride
Drenched in her brother's state of mind
Well maybe, just maybe
She's not alright
And maybe, just maybe
She wants to die
I can't even begin to tell you whats wrong
I've bottled everything up for too long
It seems like the answer right now
Its worsening and the feeling is screaming loud
Well maybe, just maybe
I'm not alright
And maybe, just maybe
It's my time
Maybe, just maybe
I'm faking this smile
And maybe, just maybe
I'm lost in denial
Cause maybe, just maybe
I'm not alright
But maybe, just maybe
I am fine
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10. |
Humble Me
07:04
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He smelled like dirty cigarettes and rain
His eyes were blurred and untold
He often frowned at the ground in shame
And no one would ever know
I was too shy to ever catch his name
But I would talk to him slow
I liked to think that he'd be mine someday
And I wouldn't dare tell a soul
His fingertips were calloused
Cause he played guitar
But he didn't like to talk about it
Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby
I tumble down on my knees
Quiet mind I'd like to find a way to get by
And maybe you could humble me
He's unsure of where he wants to go in this life
A dreamer is not where he stands
And quietly I'm smiling
So sure I could be
The heroine who understands
He keeps his voice low so no one gets in his heart
I think if he spoke louder he would fall apart
Humble I'd love to sing a sad lullaby
I tumble down on my knees
Quiet mind I'd like to find a way to get by
And maybe you could humble me
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Door 17 North Vancouver, British Columbia
Door 17 is a Canadian alternative rock band based out of North Vancouver, BC. Inspired by artists such as Nirvana, Tool, and Radiohead, Door 17 produces a moody post-grunge sound accentuating dark poetic lyrics.
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